We were both nervous and excited, astounded that we were going to do what we'd actually managed to talk about. Ours was a good relationship, sound, but not perfect. The main disappointment to both of us was sex. We'd talked and talked and talked about it, but somehow we never made it quite work. That's not to say we couldn't have good enjoyable sex, we cou...
As he sat on the sofa he wondered what he was going to do today. It was two days before his birthday and he had the day off. He could have spent all day chatting on the computer with a friend having fun but she had told him the week before that she wouldn't be online that day because she had some important family business to sort out. Oh well a day watching...
It was the morning of our second show. After the baby had been fed and Monique, Michelle, and I had been nursed until our breasts were all empty, it was time to hit the day. I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I examined my "new" ears in the mirror now that they were fully healed after the stitches had been removed. My ears were now pointed like elf, Vu...
(Note: A friend of mine in Hong Kong who loves wearing pantyhose, in particular in her office, recently asked me to write a story about her and her pantyhose in her office. Here is what I wrote to her.) My boss asked me to visit your company in order to negotiate a contract, and, as things go, I wound up in a meeting where you participated, among several...
This story is a little dark. There is no blatant BTB. There is no real reconciliation. There is some sex, but just enough to move the story along and add to the sense of the story. There are regional and racial stereotypes in this story, if those things bother you please don't read this. Also, if you look at the first few sentences you will see that there is...
Judith Magdalena knew what she was. Anyone remotely sensitive to the powers of faith could tell at a glance she was half-angel, half demon. A Nephilim, an unholy union the likes of which hadn't been seen in thousands of years. But she did not know who she was. The names of her father and mother were unknown to her, nor did she have a scrap of memory to go on...
Eric climbed out of his truck in the wholesaler yard. Several other farmers were drifting between stacks of feed and fertilizer making broad gestures while telling bad jokes. Normally, Eric would have joined them. Getting away from the farm was a rare opportunity and it was his habit to find enjoyment in it wherever he could. But today was a little different...
This one crosses a number of categories from incest, gay, fetish, group, toys/masturbation and transsexual. I went with transsexual as it is the predominate theme. As always, constructive feedback is welcome. ******** My brother and I are twins, fraternal not identical. Throughout our lives, no one ever confused us, and furthermore, no one ever thought we...
Summary: Slut and black husband submit to white men and women. Note: This is dedicated to the real Johnathan and Elizabeth who inspired the story. The entire back story is based on real events...the plotlines are real fantasies of the lovely couple. Note 2: This is part eight of a multi-chaptered story: In part one, Dominican Slut: Ass Slut, Elizabeth,...
I The first time Johnnie met Shula was the day he went to the Yorkshire office to look over his late thirties with strong aquiline features. He'd seen life as a cattle drover in the wilds of Mexico for a couple of years and never let you forget it. One of the great survivors of this world. His name was James and he had a blonde secretary called Shula. Their...